Goodbye
Babies lined up in a row,
Dressed to perfect,
Putting on a show.
Mothers groan,
And fathers proud
Sisters are missed,
And brothers survived.
Keeping it together,
They say their fair wells,
“Be safe my son,
Listen for the bells”
Babies lined up in a row,
Dressed to perfect,
Putting on a show.
Mothers groan,
And fathers proud
Sisters are missed,
And brothers survived.
Keeping it together,
They say their fair wells,
“Be safe my son,
Listen for the bells”